I removed her foot from the shoe and kissed her stocking covered foot. I could see her toenails were painted red. I don't have a foot fetish, but this...was hot. I ran my fingers over her calf, my excitement rising. She smacked my fingers with her crop. "I didn't give you permission to grope me." "I'm sorry, Mistress. I couldn't help myself." "Get on the bed. Now!" She cried. I hurried to the bed and sat down. "Lie on your back." I did as I was told. "Stay there and I will be right back." She. I said “thank you son”. As he was standing very close to me, a masculine odour radiated from his torso. I felt a desire to touch his fleshy chest. And I rested my right palm on his chest scratching his skin with my nail. His pure white skin turned pink with my nail scratches. He mechanically caressed my right boobs with his left hand while his right hand just hung on to my waist line. Before the flow is lost I had to initiate to the next level. I held his head from behind and squeezed it. ?" Armand. Armand Flowers, ma'am."Geraldine smiled faintly and stood back, the way a spider invites a flyinto its parlour. "You had better come in," she said.The young man stepped forward to follow, but stopped as the lady of thehouse held the door open after him. She smiled as he turned to her."Aren't you forgetting something, young man?" she said. There was atremble on his lips. "Oh," he remembered. "Thank you, Miss Courtline."Geraldine folded her arms across her blouse. "The skirts, Mr. Oddly attractive. A part of you loves this but knows how perverse and wrong it is. "But you're dead..." So?" "This isn't right" "No! This isn't right!" You begin to cry, you find yourself unable to handle your conflicting feelings. "Quiet. Embrace this feeling" You grab his hands, warming them up a bit. "I..I love it.." "I know" How?" you think to yourselfYou close your eyes and guide his hands to your clit as you feel yourself getting closer to an orgasm, the way he uses you feels so good,.